Monday, December 13, 2004

My bros and I

I am the luckiest guy around. I have 3 big brothers (and one more up in Heaven). They never let me fall. They hold my hands all the time. They teach me how to climb way up high. With their assuring presence, I am always safe.

But my mommy has different ideas. She wants to allow me to fall and scratch my knees. When I stumbled, she will stay put and give me a smile to tell me that I should stand up and walk again.

With a mommy who teaches me to be independent, a papa who protects me like a hawk and so many ko-ko (big bros)who shower me with attention, what more can I ask?